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It’s insane how I’ve often thought about death but when push comes to shove, I’m terrified of it.
Is justice that important? Not when I have to sacrifice my peace of mind for it.
Bran has always been orange to me—warm, deep, and one of my favorite colors.
However, around Mum and us? He’s the best husband and father. The man who gave me higher standards. Ever since I was young, I’ve seen how he’s treated my mother as if he can’t inhale oxygen without her around. And I’ve seen how she looks at him as if he’s her protector. Her shield. Her partner.
But generally, there’s an invisible line between our two campuses. Between our posh English manners and their all-American ones.
mega side eye
“Are you perhaps lost?” I say with a warm tone, then point behind her. “The King’s U is that way.”
eugh
“I’m Annika Volkov, by the way. You can call me Anni or Anne. Just not Nika.”
When you’re children of parents who hold the personality of gods, you learn to stick together. To somehow keep up with the pressure of having such parents.
ah, i understand the name of the series now
A disaster might or might not kill you, princess. But being terrified of it would definitely finish you.
It’s said that he killed someone who pissed him off—strapped rocks to his body and threw him to the bottom of the ocean. Once, a student tripped against his car and hobbled away with a broken leg.
so he's a "god" because he has major anger and impulstivity issues?? is that supposed to be attractive…?
and I quote, ‘REU is filled with spineless, spoiled brats who only know how to spend their trust funds and don’t have the slightest clue about how to grow them.’
he gagged them with this lmao
Gareth.
what is with these names ??
They slapped a label on me—severe form of antisocial personality disorder, ‘differences’ in the amygdala and other neurological areas, forms of narcissism, Machiavellianism, and fuck knows what—then
that's quite the label, my dude
“Because we stan violence, duh.” Ava cheers while swaying to the music.
oh
“We’re talking about your intact hymen, baby. Aren’t virgins at nineteen a Middle Ages currency? Actually, no, even then, they birthed babies at fourteen, so you’re a rare species.”
what the fuck is bro saying
“Just give me that.” Cecily snatches a container and Ava jumps on his back to stop him from fighting. “Cray Cray, save me from these crazy cougars!”
She retrieves her phone. “What’s your IG? TikTok? Snap? WeChat? WhatsApp?”
bleugh
“Just a little—” One second, she’s reaching for his container, and the next, he’s pinning her against the back of the sofa by her collarbone with one arm as he continues eating with the other.
i laughed out loud
I’ve always been the rule-abiding Glyndon. The never-swim-again-after-being-hit-by-a-wave Glyndon. The peacemaker-at-family-dinners Glyndon.
The brutal reality of the world crushed me so hard that I spiraled and hid into myself further. Sometimes, I miss the mischievous younger version of me
“Because I’m a girl?” “And a nerd and a scaredy-cat and an introvert. You name it.” “I…can change.” “Why?” “What do you mean why?” “Why would you change? You’re fine the way you are.”
“Have you ever heard of the suspension bridge effect? It’s when people experience psychological responses related to fear, but they mislabel them as romantic arousal. The actual term is called misattribution of arousal, I think.”
“I missed you,” she murmurs, and then her lips meet his.
OH!!!!!
I run back to my notifications and find he liked a lot of my pictures. I scroll down and down, and holy hell, the crazy bastard liked all five hundred pictures I posted on Instagram. Every single one.
this is a new level of insanity
Then he brought me breakfast in bed. No kidding. He’s the one who fixed it, too, and he made me eat it all because, apparently, I’m shit at keeping up with my body’s needs.
aw
“If you run, I’ll chase you.” Killian’s dark voice permeates the air with the thickness of smoke. “And if I chase you, I’ll catch you.” His voice gets nearer. “And if I catch you, I’ll fuck you, baby.”
Killian kisses the top of my head and before I can backpedal, he says the words that go straight to my heart. “I’ll make sure you always choose me as much as I choose you.”
Annika has physically distanced herself from sitting opposite Creighton’s side and sneakily changed seats so that she’s beside Ava. And for the first time since we got here, Creighton raises his head, flips his phone facedown on the table, and looks between Annika and the two newcomers.
heheeheh
“You are different from your brothers, Glyn. Bran is day, Lan is night. You’re more special because you’re a mixture of both.”
For the first time ever, his features soften and he looks like that six-year-old boy who used to sit on a swing and stare into space like an old man.
“You saw the car fall while you were drugged out of your mind because you’re so trusting, it’s annoying. As for the news about the body, nothing some connections couldn’t take care of, and I lied, I’m not an orphan. My family is pretty much alive, loaded, and associated with the mafia.”
alright, piece of shit
“Your sister?” “You already met her. Cherry.”
oh
“No, but I thought you’d beat him, maybe, and God knows he’d deserve it, but not that you would kill him. I thought you’d think about it from my perspective. If you had, then you would’ve realized the guilt of being behind someone’s death would crush me.”
she's getting on my nerves
Understand this, Glyndon, there’s nothing noble or tender about what I feel for you. It’s a violent volcano of obsession, possession, and deranged lust. If you want love, then I do love you, but it’s the unorthodox version of love. I love you enough to let you within my walls. I love you enough to let you talk to my demons. I love you enough to allow you to have a hold over me when I’ve never allowed anyone to have the power to destroy me from the inside out.”
but know this—you’ll never be able to take her away from me. You can break my legs and arms, but I can still crawl toward her.”
“Marry me, Glyndon.”
OH MY
Her eyes meet mine, half-hooded, almost closed, but they’re so full of fire, I want to walk straight through it and feel every burn.
“You’re going to be my wife.” Thrust. “My partner.” Thrust. “My everything.”
